Mischief Madness Novels & Stories

“You left Mick here and Jersey glommed onto him like stink on poo, and then Mick ended up following us to the doctor’s office where he heard all kinds of awful shit about Jersey doing shit he shouldn’t be doing and now he’s here for dinner too!” “Wow, you move fast. When’s the wedding?” “It wasn’t me! It was Jersey! And Mick! They’re in some sort of evil plan together to make me insane.” I huff out some air to push my hair off my forehead. “You won’t frigging believe what those two have been doing.” “Maybe he’s just trying to get laid. By you, I mean, not Jersey.”

I nodded. He asked, "What are you going to do?" I answered, "I don't know. All I know is I'm not going back." Andre turned to look at me, moonlight falling on his face. "Then don't go back." "Aren't you afraid of trouble? Cameron isn't an ordinary person." He smiled. "Hazel, I'm stubborn. Once I've made up my mind, I won't give up because of trouble." "What have you made up your mind about?"

Children run between the adults, their Sunday best already wrinkled from playing. It should feel like home. Instead, it feels like a trap. I scan the room, looking for a safe place to sit. Maybe somewhere in the back where I can disappear into the crowd. But before I can make my escape, a voice cuts through the noise. "Is that Daberechi?" My heart sinks. I try to duck behind a flower arrangement, but it's too late. I've been spotted. "Ah ah! Small Daberechi of yesterday!" Three of my aunties descend on me like hawks, their faces bright with excitement and barely contained gossip. They're all dressed in elaborate traditional outfits – yards of colorful fabric and intricate headwraps that prob

“Now, business is out of the way. Let’s spend time getting to know one another, afterall our families might be joined one day. Not only that, but I think we all have plans for the future of this city and that is always welcomed.” The rest of dinner is surprisingly nice. Misha is a jolly guy, something I did not see coming. Perhaps he’s only jolly when he’s getting his way. I have a feeling when things don’t go his way the jolly of St. Nick leaves and the spirit of Krampus takes over. Overall, I’m impressed with Misha. He’s far more open minded than I would have thought. He also has ideas about selling drugs in the casino, which isn’t a bad idea. Alcohol and drugs make people do stupid shit l

14-MAD MEN FOR CINDERELLA The warm breeze gently caressed Nyx's skin, but his body was already burned with the exertion of digging those wretched holes. His jaw clenched tightly as he replayed the mind-numbing task in his head. Suddenly, a forceful shoulder collided with his, causing him to stumble and break from his thoughts.

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[MATURE CONTENT] Christian stared at Mishka and then burst into a series of laughter, throwing his head back on the bed while Mishka creased her nose and scowled at him. “Come on, Chris! I’m being serious here.” “Just a few more moments,” He said and burst into another series of laughter, holding his stomach, and Mishka threw a pillow on his face. Christian sat on the bed, composing himself. “Okay, fine! Go ahead.” “I think it will be better if I go to some unknown place. I am dangerous for everyone.” Mishka said, tears threatening to spill out of her eyes.

"We're sorry for the convenience. The wheel is having a few problems and we should be able to solve it in a few minutes—" "Should be?" Audrey shrieked. "—we're sorry for any convenience caused." "Sorry." I snorted. "They should. What the hell are we supposed to do now?" I looked around and realised the situation. There we were, at the top of the ferris wheel, sitting across each other with fireworks going off in the background. How fucking cliche. "So..." Audrey clicks her tongue. "How are you?" I raised an eyebrow at her question but nod my head anyway. "Um... good, I guess."

All because of one mistake I didn't even do. Now, all I have left is myself. I became a bitch, a slut as most call it. A whore who sells herself for drugs to keep me sane. The Mansion I once lived now turned into a sewage-like place. Nothing but scraps on the table, waking up every day and feeling the same. Asking myself over and over, "When did my life become such a mess?". The beauty men once adored is now slowly fading.

It was soft, light, and sweet enough to dissolve the tension in the air. Regan blinked. “…He’s part of the mafia, isn’t he?” she asked, her eyes bright with curiosity rather than fear. “That’s why you’re all being so careful.” Regan stared at her, momentarily caught off guard by how calmly she had said it. Most people reacted with shock. Or fear. Or questions filled with unease. Marceline, however, only tilted her head slightly. “But… he didn’t feel like one,” she added softly. Regan blinked. “Didn’t… feel like one?”